Blud's Thicker Than Water.

Marry In Haste, Repent At Leisure.

In Prosperous Times I Have Sometimes Felt My Fancy And Powers Of Language Flag, But Adversity Is To Me At Least A Tonic And Bracer.

O Woman! In Our Hours Of Ease Uncertain, Coy, And Hard To Please, And Variable As The Shade By The Light Quivering Aspen Made; When Pain And Anguish Wring The Brow, A Ministering Angel Thou!

November's Sky Is Chill And Drear, November's Leaf Is Red And Sear.

O, What A Tangled Web We Weave When First We Practise To Deceive!